Two miles Helen & I hike
this morning — Iron Swamp Trail
in Awendaw, wild space saved
by national forestry, thanks to the likes of
Theodore Roosevelt. The mosquitoes
nearly kill us. Non-Deet repellant
lasts for about five minutes, its scent
no deterrent. Dike-building negroes
toiling in pluff mud must have been eaten
alive by insects, sun, & alligators,
every day urged to work harder
by overseers, another variety of peon.
Voices of birds surround us — unnamed
because we don’t have that skill.
Downstream a turkey vulture, the kill
it feeds on dead, forgotten, reclaimed.
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